You know some days there is nothing better than having an actual picnic with actual friends. Oscar and Martín del Mar had planned a little get together to commemorate their rapidly approaching doom. At the time of planning, it seemed like a fantastic idea to Oscar. Alas time is a fickle bitch, and after some recent troubling events Oscar found himself in a rather sour mood.

Yet he still appeared at the designated time, basket and blanket in hand. He found the comfiest looking spot, with the right amount of shade and a good view of the bay. The trees behind him would allow for fine makeshift back support, and their rustling leaves shall provide fine ambience.

Oscar set up the blanket and took a seat, reaching into his basket to pull out a canned tea. He sighed as he opened it, hoping that it would boost his mood enough before Mars arrived. Alas--it was flat. Oscar sighed again.